334 the bandage box. But Portia said, ' Viola, this is no time to delay.' And Viola ran off. Then Portia said, ' Cordelia, you go to the stable, quick, and saddle up papa's horse/ I said no, I'd saddle up and I didn't want the Professor's horse, I wanted my own. You know that old grey horse the Professor rides round is so fat it can't go better'n a walk. But she grabbed my arm, and said to Cordelia,' Go on, do it.' And said to me, ' Pull off your coat, quick.' ' Look here,' I said to her, ' who's this warrant for, you or me? I'm going to get my horse/ Then she said,' Take off your coat, Hugh, so we can bandage up your hands/ I burst right out laughing. For a fact. Then they just bandaged me up, like the Professor. And they got one of the Professor's old long, black coats and I put it on— both of us being tall and spare-made—and one of his old black hats that flop down. Then we went down to the stable, where Cordelia had his old grey horse saddled up. Soon as I got on, Portia said, ' Turn your coat collar up, and hang your head down like papa when he's riding along thinking, and they can't see you haven't got a beard/ "Well, I met them down the road a piece. Not a long piece, either. About a half-dozen of soldiers, and two or three deputies I reckon. I just lifted up my hand the way the Professor does when he meets somebody on the road, and prayed the Old Marster'd make those bastards notice the bandages and all. Well, they did. One of the deputies said, 1 Good evening, Professor Ball/ and I rode on with my chin dug down in my breastbone so hard it hurt, just like I was the Professor busy thinking. " I went on over to the Campbell place and spent the night. They almost busted a hame laughing when they got a good look at me, too. But it was just as well, Portia figured it out. I couldn't got out that old back road if I'd tried. There was soldiers out there, too. Those soldiers I met on the road wasn't but half of them, the others coming round on the old road and scattering out back. They'd a-picked me up, sure. You'll have to hand it to Portia, now. She's a smart one." "Yes," Mr. Munn said, "a smart one."